[Verse]
The bedposts are cool to the touch
The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg
Three hairs curled over his undershirt
A spare tire rolled under his overshirt

But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz
(Dirty Fingernail)
Ollie wasn't young like he was last night
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz
(Dirty Fingernails)
The sheets still showed the yellow spot

Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf
Thoughts slipped into valleys
Concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair
A flag ran up his pole
And waved firmness with wings

But ... Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz
(Dirty Fingernails)
Ollie wasn't at all as young like he was last night
Scratz, scratz, scratz, scratz
(Dirty Fingernails)
The sheets still showed the yellow spot